The strange old man chuckled softly, speaking in a ghostly tone: "You don't need to ponder over there; it's extremely cold inside. It's already past two in the afternoon, and once the sun sets, the temperature here will drop to below zero. Chu Ge, do you remember the taste of Xuanbing Cold Iron?"
Chu Ge squinted, looking at him, not understanding what he meant.
"To tell you the truth, I once bound myself with Xuanbing Cold Iron, so as to acclimate to this extreme cold. The temperature here is unlike any average one, even if you use True Qi to fight off the cold, it won't help."
The strange old man strolled leisurely in place; in fact, he was also uncertain in his heart. The Demon Sword hadn't tasted human blood for a long time. According to his previous knowledge of the Demon Sword, when it is unsealed, the first person to take the sword must offer a blood sacrifice.
